The Cuckoo

Gonna build me a log cabin

On the mountain so high

So I can see my honey babe

As she goes walking by

Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird

And she warbles as she flies

And she never says cuckoo

'Til the fourth day of July

I've played cards in old England

And I've gambled over in Spain

And I'll bet you ten dollars

That I'll beat you next game

Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds

And I've known you from old

You've robbed my poor pockets

Of my silver and my gold

Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird

She warbles as she flies

And she never says cuckoo

'Til the fourth day of July

My horses they're hungry

And they won't eat your hay

I'll ride on a little further

And I'll feed 'em on my way

Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird

She warbles as she flies

And she never says cuckoo